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Caro was feeling Ok physically except her bowels are grippy. The
massive amounts of antibiotics she is getting has likely killed all
the gut bacteria which really louses up digestion. She wanted to wash
her hair but some alarm kept the nurse from helping. She asked me
(ME?) to get her a small bottle of shampoo. I have no understanding of
the mysteries of SHAMPOO. I have washed mine with tide, lifebouy,
ivory, or whatever was at hand. So I put on the old man personna at
Walgreens and a nice young lady of 50ish helped find a correct shampoo
for a hospital bound senior woman with short white hair and 5
grandchildren who seldom write or call and is married to a person of a
different church. Who new shampoos were so carefully formulated?

While shopping, he says through gritted teeth, I stumbled across the
"as seen on TV" section. Lo and behold the cell phone wallet. I can
put my bulbous billfold minus some cards in the cell phone pouch and
the other cards in the accordian fold section. No I can carry the junk
with a shoulder strap without using scarce pocket space.